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Lightfoot: A Winter’s Night

the snow is softly falling It is easy to forget how beautiful a song is until you unexpectedly hear it again in the middle of September. Susan and I tried out for a choir last Tuesday. The choir sings exclusively … Continue reading

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Hoarding Ideas

Organized Confusion Walking the dogs through our neighbourhood this morning, I passed the house of a man who obviously collects bits and pieces of junk. I thought, as you do, that I’m a collector of worthless trivia, in the hopes … Continue reading

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He Came in Through the Kitchen Window

In 1983, I experienced what it feels like to be violated. It had been a hot summer’s day, quite sweltering for North Vancouver. We went to bed, and I left the kitchen window slightly ajar, to let the cooler night … Continue reading

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Our Gang – October 14, 1978

Toronto, Ontario, Canada In 1978, we lived in St. Catharines, Ontario. On a whim, we went to Toronto and stayed at the King Edward Hotel for the weekend. We went to a play: The Incredible Murder of Cardinal Tosca – … Continue reading

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W R Best Grade 8 School Trip – May 1964

Guess where? Bridge to Hull over Ottawa River Peace Tower view of Ottawa Champlain Lookout in the Gatineau Hills Mackenzie King’s cottage My friends Ena and Dennis: the beginning of their lifelong friendship.

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A Day at the Vice-Principal’s Office

I’m going to share a strange memory of Mr Dryden, Vice-Principal in charge of student discipline. During my first semester in Grade 9 (1964), I was standing on the sidelines of a Vikings football game. My friend, Dennis (last name … Continue reading

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Sudbury: a “Deja Vu” Moment

Looking for Father In 2006, during my six month return to Canada from the UK, I decided to take a bus ride to Sudbury. I was looking for where my father lived. (This was before I found out when he’d … Continue reading

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